In the 90s, you could acquire max-level skills every 14 days.

Zhang Yong looked at the two men.

To be honest, it's giving me a bit of a headache.

Fight? There are too many people here, it's really not suitable.

Not fighting? If these two keep sticking to me like plasters for three days, not only will I be annoyed, but it will also make it unsafe for Li Guilan to come and go from the community.

Zhang Yong sighed.

"Alright." He twisted the accelerator and took two steps forward.

"I'll take you to find Liu Gui."

The man in the white vest paused for a moment.

"Really? You're not kidding me!?"

"Really, come with me."

Zhang Yong's motorcycle lurched forward and slowly turned into a small alley south of Guanghua Road.

The rearview mirror showed the two people chasing after him with delighted expressions.

The alley is flanked by the walls of two factories: one side is the red brick wall of a boiler factory, and the other side is the wall panel of an abandoned factory.

The alley is not long, only fifty or sixty meters, but there is a bend in the middle, so you can't see the other end from either side.

As soon as Zhang Yong's car turned in, the man in the white vest and the skinny guy followed.

The sputtering sound of motorcycles echoed through the narrow alley.

After turning that corner—

The man in the white vest's expression changed.

"This is fucking wrong—you want to fight!"

Zhang Yong had already stopped the car and gotten out.

He rummaged around in his canvas bag and pulled out a socket wrench.

It's 30 centimeters long, made of pure steel, with a square end and a cylindrical end. It's shorter than the crowbar from last time, but easier to handle.

[Driving Lv.6: Nerve reflexes at full power.]

[Auto Repair Lv.5: Torque Sensing Activated – The transfer lever weighs 0.9 kg, the optimal grip distance for close combat is 18 cm, and the force is applied using the heel of the palm.]

The man in the white vest reacted the fastest, pulling out a section of a water pipe from behind his waist—the kind with two sections connected and a bend.

He raised the pipe, let out a roar, and lunged forward.

Zhang Yong sidestepped the sweeping attack around the bend and accurately placed the square end of the extension lever on the web of the white-shirted man's hand.

"Holy crap—!"

The water pipe slipped from my hand and bounced to the ground.

Zhang Yong followed up with a kick to the man in the white vest's abdomen. The man bent over and took three steps back before falling to the ground, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath.

The skinny man pounced on Zhang Yong from behind, grabbing his waist and trying to pull him down.

Zhang Yong nudged the skinny man's nose with his elbow.

"Ha!"

The skinny man let go, covered his nose, squatted down, and tears streamed down his face.

It took less than five seconds.

Zhang Yong stood there, looking at the two curled-up figures on the ground, and made a judgment in his mind.

The system's driving reflexes and automotive torque perception skills are more than enough to deal with these weak street thugs.

But it's just enough.

These two are just ordinary thugs, lacking both courage and strategy, and have no real skills other than intimidating people.

If he were to encounter a true expert, and three or five more people joined him—even with his Level 8 driving skills, he would have no choice but to flee.

I need to learn a combat skill.

Whether it's hand-to-hand combat, grappling, or even the military boxing style used in the army—you need at least a proper foundation in self-defense.

Once the auto repair skill reaches level 5, I'll schedule the next mounting position for this one; it should be installed quickly.

I need to go back and find out where there is a real master who can guide me into the field.

The man in the white vest groaned as he struggled to his feet, his lips splitting open again, blood mixed with dirt smearing half his face.

"Zhang...Zhang Yong...you bastard, you broke your promise...you're not loyal!"

Zhang Yong was so angry he laughed.

The skinny man was the same, clutching his bleeding nose, his voice muffled. "Where did you take Liu Gui...? We just want to know if he's dead or alive..."

These two are both stupid and clueless, unable to grasp the important points, and now they're even complaining that they weren't loyal enough.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll do it this once." Zhang Yong put the lever back in his toolbox and dusted his hands. "You guys really want to find Liu Gui?"

"Yes!" they both said in unison.

"Come with me."

Zhang Yong got on the motorcycle.

"Tell me where you're going first?" The man in the white vest asked warily.

"Chaoyang District Police Station. Your brother is there; he's under administrative detention for three days."

Are you two still going?

The two looked at each other, their expressions shifting from wariness to confusion, and then from confusion to a kind of inexplicable relief.

"Go," the man in the white vest muttered, wiping the blood from his face before leaving.

……

At the Chaoyang District Police Station, Officer Li is organizing the recent reports of stolen bicycles.

The fried dough sticks on the table were all soggy, and the soy milk was all gone. Xiao Li could only eat by pulling at the food, looking at the bill with a face full of anxiety.

Hearing a commotion at the door, he looked up.

Zhang Yong walked in front, followed by two thugs with bruised and swollen faces. One wore a white vest with gauze on it, and the other had blood smeared on his nose.

Xiao Li almost choked on the fried dough stick.

"Zhang Yong? What brings you here again? And who are these two...?"

"Last night, he and Liu Gui were squatting outside my house all morning, and they even tried to beat me up yesterday."

Zhang Yong briefly explained the situation: "They're coming to see Liu Gui."

The man in white was getting anxious. "We didn't hit anyone! We didn't even touch a hair on his head! He's the one who hit us—"

The skinny man pointed to his face and cried out, "Look, he hit me like this!"

Xiao Li put down the fried dough sticks, stood up, walked around to the front of the counter, and looked the two of them up and down.

"Alright, alright, stop shouting. Speak one by one."

The skinny guy was quick to speak, and he explained everything clearly, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

"So, you two rode your motorcycle to the intersection yesterday, blocking people from passing and threatening them with sticks, and then got beaten up?"

"And then today, in order to find his accomplices, he went to their door again to cause trouble, and got beaten up again?"

The man in the white vest still wanted to argue. "We don't call it 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble'—"

"Liu Gui confessed that you all came together." Xiao Li pulled out a notebook from the table and found a line of text in it. "It says that two other brothers had planned to meet you outside."

"Okay, I understand. What are your names? Where are you from?"

Their faces turned pale.

Ten minutes later, the two men were taken into a detention cell, next to Liu Gui.

The three brothers finally met through the iron fence.

Zhang Yong stood in the corridor and listened for a moment.

The woman in the white vest leaned against the fence, her voice trembling with tears: "Brother! Are you alright? I've missed you so much!"

Liu Gui squatted against the wall, his voice laced with unease: "...Are you two stupid?"

Zhang Yong shook his head, turned around and left.

Xiao Li saw him to the door, and looking at the people coming and going around him, he still opened his mouth.

"What you did was inappropriate; resorting to violence is wrong, and I need to give you a verbal reprimand!"

"Be more careful in the future. If anyone causes trouble again, think of us first!"

"Sigh, I'll talk to the institute about it recently and see if we can transfer a couple more people over. I really can't handle it all by myself."

"Okay. I got it. Thanks, Xiao Li."

Zhang Yong rode his Jialing 125 motorcycle out of the police station.

It was a little past eleven o'clock, and the sun was already high in the sky.

The exhaust pipe is so hot you could fry an egg on it.

Zhang Yong twisted the throttle and returned to Jinsong.

……

When we arrived at the entrance of the residential area, the window of the guardhouse was open, and Grandpa Chen was leaning back in a rattan chair, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan.

Seeing Zhang Yong come in, the old man fanned himself with a palm leaf fan, took out a slip of paper, and handed it over.

"Yongzi, Wei's daughter called. She wants you to reply to her."

Zhang Yong glanced at the number on the note; it was Wei Shuyun's home landline.

He walked to the phone in the reception area and dialed it.

I answered it after it rang twice.

"Feed?"

"It's me, Zhang Yong."

Wei Shuyun's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with excitement.

"Zhang Yong! My dad's tasting event is confirmed! Next Saturday, at the Tongxian Winery's canteen!"

"This time I'll listen to you and invite several important people."

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